James Whitcomb Riley

Our Own

They walk here with us, hand-in-hand;
We gossip, knee-by-knee;
They tell us all that they have planned--
Of all their joys to be,--
And, laughing, leave us: And, to-day,
All desolate we cry
Across wide waves of voiceless graves--
Good-by! Good-by! Good-by!

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In Grandmamma's Kitchen by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot-
The cream in a pot on the shelf,
Where everything always seemed peaceful and quiet,
Got whipped, for I heard it myself.
And grandmamma said-such a queer thing to say,
That it made some things better to whip them that way.

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